Some people remembered the wooden tablets carried by the Fifth Prince and Yang Xuan and tried to move closer to them, hoping to escape the crisis.
But the wooden tablets seemed to have lost their effect. The Cannibal Flowers attacked indiscriminately, leaving even Yang Xuan and his group with no way to retreat.
Su Ye stood in the heart of the swamp, her gaze sweeping languidly over the crowd caught in the chaotic battle.
A constant stream of Spiritual Energy radiated from her. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the freshly severed stems of the Cannibal Flowers sprouted new blossoms, each one larger and stronger than the last.
The sight made everyone's eyes widen in horror.
Someone stammered, his voice trembling,
"These Cannibal Flowers... they can't... can't be killed?"
Listening to the sounds of the battle, Su Ye felt an inexplicable thrill surge through her.
'Fight. Struggle. All who want to kill me deserve to die.'
